Chapter 238 Nosy Person

Nangong Di yawned and walked out of the side door of the City Lord's Mansion.

He has only seen real warriors in his life. If he were a real warrior, his eldest nephew Nangong Zhao would not be able to take the position of city lord.

To be fair, he was quite satisfied with his eldest nephew.

They didn't kill him completely, but also provided him with old age care, and even let him sit on the throne during meals during festivals and festivals.

Although he doesn't have any rights over the City Lord's Mansion, his expenses are never limited.

It's true that when his eldest nephew was young, he took his eldest nephew out to have fun.

It's just that... the girl who called her eldest nephew in Chunhua Tower that year was also the 28-year-old cardamom girl!

That’s why it’s outrageous!

His eldest nephew’s hobby was not brought about by him!

He also likes young and beautiful soft girls!

Could it be that something went wrong with the Nangong family's ancestral magical skill, the "Tianyan Magic"?

But no one in the Nangong family in the past generations had this problem!

I can’t figure it out, I really can’t figure it out!

Nangong Di shook his head and prepared to have some breakfast.

There was naturally breakfast in the city lord's mansion, but he couldn't get used to it.

The breakfast in Picheng is naturally a bowl of soup in the morning, paired with a few steamed buns, two fried dough sticks or fried pancakes.

But the shark's fin, abalone, and a table full of seafood and canned fruits that are all eaten in the city lord's mansion are really hard to get used to.

"Oh, Third Master. Are you still the same today?"

After walking a few steps, I arrived at the morning soup restaurant I frequented. Before I even entered, the owner of the morning soup restaurant bowed his head and greeted me.

For a soup restaurant, this is an expensive guest that they cannot afford to offend.

"Same old!" Nangong Di said through his nostrils. He walked into the soup restaurant. When people in the soup restaurant saw him, they all shouted, "Good morning, Third Master!" "Good morning, Third Master!"

"Yeah!" He responded without even looking.

The soup restaurant is not big, with only four or five tables. Even so, there is his exclusive seat at the very back of the soup restaurant.

Even if he didn't come, no one would dare to sit down.

He sat down and said to a bunch of people who were nodding and bowing to him: "Is there anything new in Picheng these days?"

There are all kinds of religions here, and many of them show off to him, and they don't ask for any benefits, just for a chance to meet him.

For most people in Picheng, the third master is an unattainable figure.

"Third Master! A big event has happened in Picheng these days. A joke has been spread, and a person has appeared!" The person with good intentions said immediately.

"Oh? Tell me!" Nangong Di said after taking a sip of soup.

His soup bowl is different from other people's. It is specially kept in the soup restaurant.

"This major event is that the Golden Buddha Temple was exterminated. Master Fu Bao died in the ruined temple in the south of the city. Everyone else died in the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple. They were all hung up one by one, like hanging bacon, and they all stank. !” The man said: “It’s terrible!”

"Oh?" Nangong Di was thinking about what he saw at the Golden Buddha Temple a few days ago, but he didn't expect that it would end like this. He motioned for the man to continue.

"With the destruction of the Golden Buddha Temple, a monk appeared in the Golden Buddha Temple. Some people said he was Fu Sheng, who had become a beggar after not seeing him for a long time. He told a joke to the people who came to the Golden Buddha Temple to watch the fun."

"The joke goes like this. After a monk from the Golden Buddha Temple died, he came to the underworld and was brought to the underworld by the judge."

"The monk looked up at Lord Yama and felt that he looked familiar. He couldn't help shouting, Senior Brother!" After the man finished speaking, he couldn't help but feel happy.

"It's not funny!" Nangong Di said in confusion: "Can this also spread?"

The man said: "I guess the third master didn't hear the joke about the eminent monk."

So the man told the joke about the monk meeting the king of hell again, and Nangong Di couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of soup.

"Ahem...this joke is really good!" Nangong Di said with a smile after tasting the food.

In the past few months, the people of the Golden Buddha Temple were desperately searching for him. He often came to drink soup. Naturally, he knew the nickname of Tian Gao Monk, but he did not expect that someone would arrange Tian Gao Monk in this way.

These two jokes are mixed together and have endless aftertaste!

"Okay! Reward!" He took a few big coins with him and threw them to the man!

"Thank you, Third Master! Thank you, Third Master!" The man picked it up with a smile.

I got a lot of money just by talking, and it was rewarded by the third master. Where can I find such a good thing?

"What else?" Nangong Di asked.

"Also, there is a nosy person in Picheng. He will take care of everything he sees. Sao Feng Hall, Fenglei Gang, and Golden Sword Society are all looking for trouble for him." The man said:

"This man has short hair and wears strange clothes. Some people have seen him frequently visiting the Golden Buddha Temple. They speculate that he may be a monk."

Nangong Di looked at a person coming into the soup restaurant and said, "Is that person carrying a sword behind his back?"

The man gave a thumbs up and said, "The third master is tall, we all know it!"

"I know, that person is right behind you." Nangong Di pointed at the person behind him and said.

"Ah?" When the man turned around, he saw Zhang Qiming looking at him.

"Are you looking for me?" Zhang Qiming said, looking at the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

"You don't dare!" The man saw the look in Zhang Qiming's eyes and knew that he couldn't be offended.

"A big bowl of soup and ten cakes!" Zhang Qiming said to the soup restaurant owner.

"Okay!" said the soup restaurant owner.

Zhang Qiming glanced at Nangong Di, and Nangong Di also glanced at Zhang Qiming.

Neither man spoke.

"Sir, your soup!" The soup restaurant owner quickly brought the soup and sesame seed cakes.

Zhang Qiming was about to eat, he suddenly sighed, walked out of the soup restaurant quickly, and said: "I will be back to eat soon!"

Not far from the soup restaurant, a rascal was molesting a woman who was selling vegetables in the morning.

The woman was in her forties or fifties, and this rascal could still harass her.

He really admired the people of Picheng.

"Sister, how much money can you make from selling vegetables? I will take you to a good place, where you can eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks..." The rascal was a member of Xiaofengtang, and he was pestering a woman selling vegetables at this time, saying.

Their Xiaofengtang was the top henchman of the City Lord's Mansion, so they naturally had to consider the preferences of the City Lord.

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked from behind by Zhang Qiming.

"Oh, who is so brave that he dares..." He turned around and saw Zhang Qiming. Zhang Qiming's unique dress is unique in Picheng.

So he said, "Wait for me!" and went to call people.

They are looking for Zhang Qiming in Xiaofengtang!

"Big sister, please go back quickly!" Zhang Qiming said to the woman selling vegetables.

The woman selling vegetables was frightened and her eyes were red. She did not expect that someone would harass her at her age and in her posture. She thanked Zhang Qiming repeatedly and finally grabbed a handful of vegetables and stuffed them into Zhang Qiming's hands.

After watching him leave, Zhang Qiming went back to the soup house to drink soup.

It's not that he likes to meddle in other people's business, but there are too many such things in Picheng.

As a person who grew up in Yangzhou, it is difficult for him not to care.

Alas, why can't he control his hands!

Why can't I control my hands!